For no obvious reason my tics love Aladdin, so when we decided to take Backstage in Biscuit Land to Edinburgh last year, I kept saying that’s what we were going to do it wasn’t out of character. At our first meeting with the people from running the venue were, Leftwing Idiot had to point out to the person taking notes that we weren’t actually doing Aladdin when he saw her writing it down!
Today a new Aladdin song made its appearance, much to my friends’ amusement:
“Aladdin has sprained his wrist, masturbating with a kettle lead and a fish.
Aladdin has sprained his wrist, masturbating with a nunchuck in the mist.
Aladdin has sprained his wrist, rest, ice, compression, elevation, motherfucker.”
I don’t think Aladdin’s really sprained his wrist, but if he has, from my memory of GCSE PE, rest, ice, compression, elevation – RICE – is definitely the best treatment.
That ends this public service announcement.